(feat. Young Chris)
[Pharrell]
What, uh, c'mon, uh, keep the change, my n***a, (it's too late)
It's too late for that
Don't gotta to spit that game
Keep the change, my n***a, it's too late for that
Keep the change, my n***a, it's too late for that
[Jay-Z]
Uh, uh, young, Neptunes, Young Chris, ROC
Uh, pimp stroll, pop my collar, hug the block, get dollars
Pimp stroll, pop my collar, hug my nuts, b**h holla
[Chorus: Pharrell]
My n***a, please - you ain't signing no checks like these
My n***a, please - you pushing no wheels like these
My n***a, please - you ain't holding no tecks like these
My n***a, please - you don't pop in vest like these
[Jay-Z]
My n***a please, uh-huh, uh,
This my world, pimp stroll
n***a please, you ain't start out from your trunk
Then reach the roof, just to put your roof in your trunk
n***a please, chumps don't tour like us
You on the road a million hours, I fly over your bus
n***a please, you ain't got your neck all froze
With the same logo that you got sketched on your clothes
n***a please, you don't be getting no hoes
With La Perla on they cheeks, can't be messing with cheap chicks
n***a please, you seldom seen with chicks in 7 jeans
Manolo Blahnik I'm going through they body like an ultrasonic
You ain't got 'em blowing no chronic
Divine intervention, you can't prevent me from shining
n***a please, I been around the world
Damn near beat Jordan in around-the-world
n***a please, you can't even hold my shoes
I got wannabes who wannabe me that sound (n***a) better than you
[Chorus + ad libs]
[Jay-Z]
Uh, pimp strolling on 'em
Black diamonds, rose goldin' on 'em
Paper foldin' on 'em
Snuck pa** the dog noses with the Foldger's on 'em
Keys, Saran Wrap with petroleum on 'em
Snitch got pinched but he toned it on 'em
Lawyers got it adjourned, try {?} on 'em
Witnesses, it's no holdin' on 'em
Just George Jefferson strollin' on 'em
n***a please, this is me, this is real as it be
My videos is like real TV
That chick, that's me, that six, that's me
That boat, I had it on the Mediterranean sea
n***a please
[Chorus + ad libs]
[Young Chris]
Yo, yo,
n***a please, y'all ain't seeing no checks like these (no)
Y'all don't run up in record labels demanding respect like we
Y'all don't rock your Roc-A-Wear Nike checks like we
Y'all coach cla**, y'all never private jet like we
My n***a please, y'all don't smoke the sour diesel like us
You don't go to Pop and get ya flour cheaper than us
Knock it off in three hours and repeat it like us
And repeat it we must, y'all don't re-up like us
Ay, y'all ain't being like us, 'cause y'all don't see it like us
The move the D's when they rush
My n***a please, they must be on E's and dust
Then n***as f'in with pills, y'all don't get G's like us
My n***a please, y'all young'ns ain't got O.G.s like me
B. Sig, Young Hov', Dame Dash, Kareem
n***a please, somebody must've ga**ed your team
Think a n***a outrun or outlast gangrene (GangGreen)
My n***a please
[Chorus + ad libs]
[Pharrell]
Amazing man, got your aerosol,
I made my money, but don't trouble the law
I keep the womens around
I got the gremlin's crazy
And wanna know the time
Better have me shades, see
My n***a please
[Chorus + ad libs]